Stone Circle macellarius

The buttercup stem was held gently, though he couldn't help but press his tongue against it to hold it still. It tasted wrong, compared to other plants, but not knowing any better, he ignored the little instinct in his brain that was warning him, as he wanted to see if Eagle would indulge his request. He looked a little bit skeptical, Skáld thought, but he wasn't going to let that stop him. 

He tilted his head sideways so the shiny yellow petals of the buttercup could catch the light of the sun. He held it just below Eagle's chin, and giggled as immediately, the grey fur there took on a bright golden hue. "You like," He confirmed. "Very yellow," He explained, touching the tip of his nose to Eagle's chin as he pulled away, the buttercup still dangling from his mouth. He set it down gently, and kneaded the ground eagerly with his claws. He tilted hic chin up and chuffed, inviting Eagle to now test him to see if he too liked the sunshine.